And seeing the world with renewed eyes. Eyes that arent yet as clear as I would have liked, seeing as I am shaking them up ever so often by sneezing violently, enough to scramble my brains into an omlette. Yes, yes, yes, trust me to have the fantastically bad timing to go into a serious nose blocked, snot producing, hacking cough type, ribcage rattling sneeze-o-fest kind of a cold just when I dont have to shake them eyes too much.
Please forgive me for not replying to all comments right now, I have an hour granted to me to sit at the computer by the stern browed man I married, who is right behind me, clicking my time. And undoubtedly reading over my shoulder.
The eyes are still not used to being open the first thing in the morning and being able to see the world and by reflex action the hand starts patting the sidetable for spectacles, and of course, since am on dark glasses continuous wear these days I have the substitute.
The birthday yesterday was a tame affair. AND NO ONE BOUGHT ME CAKE. *This typed with smirking backward glance at the man who is timing me and definitely reading over my shoulder, and being all stern faced and impassive while doing so.*
I am the officially designated cake buyer in the house, the one whose lot it comes to run out and pick up a cake for who so ever happens to turn a year older, and I was not considered worthy of a cake to cut on my birthday. Let me sniffle away in a corner. Let me talk in great detail about Dutch truffle and the good things it always does to my libido. And why since no Dutch Truffle was ingested the first day of the current year of my life, there will be no libido for said year.
Guess who is so getting his head bitten off all of today. Never mind that two lovely bags were proferred as peace offerings to the birthday girl on the warpath. You see they were not giftwrapped. More on that later.
Didnt help that I was running a fever so for most part of the day was closeted in the bedroom like Mrs Rochester, with the same wild unwashed hair and the same feral anger towards people who spoke in high voices in the house.
In the evening, the day was saved by two sweethearts of friends coming over out of the blue bearing gifts… yes, I am shallow like that, I love gifts and the unwrapping of. Whats a girl without her girlfriends I ask you? I go into unseemly rhapsodies over stuff that is giftwrapped. I need giftwrapped stuff. Especially on the birthday. I mean its bad enough that I dont get thrown any parties anymore. And folks forget to buy cake for me, with just one symbolic candle, I’m not greedy, I dont want the entire shebang of 38 candles on the damn surface of the cake resulting in one wax bite overload of melted candle. All I ask is for gifts. Wrapped in multiple layers. Of very Shiny Gift wrapping Papers. To add to the anticipation. You know. Whats a birthday present without the wrapping.
Oh okay. Its time to grow up I think. Should try. Am almost qualifying for that walking stick now. I think I still want the gifts and the cake and the balloons on my 90th birthday. I might still do the shake. Involuntarily though.